"Well, because you have a lot of friends and family. And you`re always doing *crap* and
going places."

But is that all it takes? A grip of people in your life, then all the sh.ite you`ve got in your
bag just manages to disappear? Not likely. I`m not a miserable person. But it`s not
because I`ve decided to take charge and not be miserable. Nor is it because I`m a
Teflon coated female hardened by the horrific blows by society and love. No, it’s just
because. Things aren’t good enough to make me happy, and not sad enough to make me
cry.

For now, it’s a substantial existence. But to think that a person should be happy simply
because they`re surrounded by people and distraction is ludicrous. Yes, many people and
"things-to-do" keep me busy and dizzy. But seriously, only a handful (literally 5) of
people could give a rhino’s ear-hair if I disappeared tomorrow and never showed up again.
That thought keeps me just below the surface of humility because it reveals the raw truth
that I`m nobody special and people just don’t care.

And neither do I.